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Flow

She watched her thoughts flow just like the river in front of her. She was amazed at how fast one thought was chasing the other, as if they were rivals in a very fierce competition.

Normally, she would tell them to stop but today she did not. She let them be to see where they would end. She watched them not like a director this time, cutting when she did not like them, but like a viewer in a movie theater. She assumed no power on how the movie would flow and end. The movie in her mind was just playing on its own.

It continued just like that for a little bit more while.

She thought the race would get wilder because no one was controlling the thoughts. But no, they were getting milder because no one was controlling them. Her thoughts were becoming friendlier to her this time, whereas whenever she wanted to direct them, they got angrier. That is why she feared her thoughts.

‘Like a child’, she said to herself, remembering her childhood self. A child usually does not do what she is told to do. But if you let her be, she is going to do it sooner or later. That is how she was like.

She returned and looked at her own children: her thoughts.

‘I have become a bad mother’, she muttered. ‘But maybe not this time’, she added.

As she watched her children jump around happily, she smiled and let herself to the sound of the peaceful flow of the river both in front of her and in her mind. Now, everything was flowing just as they should.

I enjoyed reading this. In it I saw the contrast of my mind. We all can control the flow of our thoughts yet when I am at my most creative I must let them flow as if from a rupture within a dam. The rush of thoughts. So many ever fleeting. It’s amazing when I can catch just one.